Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-10-05
CHAPTER VIII.

The next day but one Lucien went to the
Vile d'Avray, and took a carriage from the
station TO Rogers house. There he found
everything in confusion and trouble foi
Henriette had disappeared and there vert
none who did not believe her dead.
This is awful" said Lucien, when he had
heard all there was to tell.
Suzanne seemed to be on the verge of g
violent fever, and the doctor was there trying
to avoid such an event, for Suzanne was SC
delicate that there were little hopes that she
could live through any illness
Lucien had hoped to discover something
that might help to clear away the shadows
now gathering so darkly around Roger But
he was too late. Before he left, the old Uncle
Bernardo said to him:
'You are Rogers lawyer, are you notY"
His lawyer and his friend"
What do you think of this sad AFFAIR.""
In which capacity do you want my opin-
ionl"
Both
well, then, as friend, am sure Roger is
the innocent victim of some fatality. As
lawyer, am convinced that he will be con-
femned7
"When shalr you see him1'
Tomorrow. Must then tell him of this
lew affiicti0nn
"Yes, and tell him that whatever happens,
we, my wife and |, will he to his little daugh-
ter true and tender parents, and that we will
take her to our home, where she may forget,
in time. all this sad trouble We shall stay
here as long as there is hope that poor Hen
riette's body may be found, and then we will
go home. / will take charge of Rogers fac
tory, and manage it for him until this is all
settled; and if the worst should come the pro-
ceeds will be for Suzanne Tell him he will
find NE at Rue Saint Maur or at my home,
as long as live"
You are good and noble man, NJ
Bernardit,' said Lucien
"And you, also, NJ De Noirville God
bless you'll"
Lucien went on to Versailles, and said to
Roger:
Friend, prepare yourself to hear new
trouble"
MY child is deadn' cried Roger, with
husky voice.
mo, but it is feared, and with alas! only too
much reason, that poor Henriette has thown
herself into the river in fit of mental aber-
ration
Rogers knees bent under him, and he sank
to the floor. But he had not strength enough
left to weep. At last he lifted his haggard
face. sit is better so, better so. Oh, my
poor Henriette, my poor broken lilyi"
Lucien visited Roger several times before
the day of trial He wished to overcome
that strange obstinacy, but in spite of every
argument and prayer that he should tell him
under the veil of secrecy, be could get no
word on that subject from Roger
Let my destiny be accomplished"
The day of the trial came, and Roger
learned that they were going to bring Su-
zanne again to testify. This was the last
drop i'll his already Drumming cup, and he sat
Indifferent and apparently the least inter
ested of all there present as the mass of testi-
mony was given.
Lucien entered the court room painfully,
sustained by brother lawyer, and he went
direct to Roger and embraced him with
warmth and genuine affection The specta-
Gle went straight to the hearts of the specta-
tors
When the order was given to bring in the
daughter of the accused there was a murmur
of disapprobation, and one womaIl-perhaps
a mother-eried aloud:
This is not right. Thou shalt not ssethe
kid in its mothers milk You have no right
to make this child condemn her father"
"Silence in COURT" cried the judge, "or
shall clear the hall
The president of the tribunal or chief
magistrate of the court of asSizes, ordered
that the child be brought to him
My child said he, do you know that
manF
"Yes, it is my father.n
DO you love himF
ayes"
"Where is your mothery,
"She is dead